On that journey, even her footsteps were red.Toes painted like rubies dipped into the Red Sea, sifted through sands of rose quartz, kicked up cinnabar dust on the Old Silk Road.The feet that in autumn crushed grapes into burgundy wine, turned bright pink on snowy peaks in the winter, sunk deep into the carnelian mud of spring rains, and dabbed vermillion onto paintings in the heat of summer. But ultimately the brilliant red steps taken were the ones taken in blushing crimson passion, a journey illuminated by the warm coral light from inside closed eyes, nourished by juice of cherry, and water of rose. Red elegance from head to toe, from heart to hand, from scarlet to beyond.